143. Lazarus #3
The trepidation in his eyes gives me the answer I suspected. “No.”
The grin I give him reveals just how pleased I am to hear it. “How badly do you want my cock, Levi?”
His throat dips as he concedes a single word. “Desperately.”
The evidence of it is belied in his still engorged and dribbling length.
Planting a fist on either side of his head, I lower my mouth to his. “Who knew you could be so well behaved, poppet?”
I briefly tease my lips against his before rising to shift my legs on either side of his chest as I grip the headboard and stare down at him from the length of my body.
The crooked grin I give him is nothing short of feline. “Open for me, Levi.”
His eyes flare with yet more surprise, and even more pleasure as I position the tip at his mouth.
Holding my gaze, his lips part to receive me and it triggers an overwhelming sensation spilling through my chest—a viscous melange of love, gratitude, and reverence.
The moment his tongue slicks against the underside of my crown my toes fucking curl.
Carding my fingers through the top of his hair I fist its short length, as I guide my full length to the back of his throat. When his throat spasms with a gag, I withdraw as a growl tears from my own. A string of saliva stretches between us as he catches his breath and he stares up at me.
It stirs the tenderness inside me.
Sends my hand to cradle his jaw. My thumb to stroke his cheek—prettily marked with the rune for eternal love. It serves as further confirmation that this male belongs to me, and I, to him.
“Do you enjoy behaving for me?”
Instead of replying with words, Levi’s eyes hold mine as he captures my crown once more. My one-handed grip on the headboard tightens as he proceeds to suck, lick and adorn me with kisses. He mouthes my frenulum, tongue and lips stealing over it with fervor as he moans his satisfaction.
The air punches from my lungs as a low groan of need rises from my chest.
“Gods–fuck–Levi.”
My hips gently thrust forward into his mouth, as I stare down at him in... dismay.
“Fuck... Need you. Need this… Always.”
He nods in agreement as best he can, moaning from around his mouthful.
My balls tighten, drawing up with need for release.
I withdraw from his throat before my climax can ascend and position myself between his thighs. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you... Understood?”
Levi nods, saliva dripping from his chin and looking so beautifully used. “Yes, sir.”
My eyes briefly slip shut at the words before I momentarily will the lubrication back into one hand and drizzle it over my length, and his balls and perineum.
Levi’s body tightens the moment my hands begin to work the oil over him. My thumb firmly caresses the space between his ass and his balls, eventually trailing lower, and watching as his cock spasms and grows impossibly harder.
I spread the oil over myself with a few slow strokes and position myself at his entrance.
My eyes lift to his—already locked on me, lips parted, breath held
“Breathe for me, my love.”
Levi’s mouth shuts as his throat dips in anticipation and he manages to draw breath.
With painstaking care, I ease forward. The moment his tight flesh gives way to the fullness of my crown, a deep moan of relief rises from my chest in the same moment Levi’s head tips back in ecstasy. “Lazarus.”
My hips proceed to nudge forward inch by inch, but I can feel when he grows too tight—his body not yet ready to welcome my length and girth, fully.
I hold still for him, giving him time to adjust. My hands travel over the muscled plains of his hips, his abdomen, with reverence as I murmur my praise.
“You’re doing so good, my sweet. You take my cock so perfectly.”
His ass clenches around me and we both groan.
Using only my thumb, I gently sweep back and forth over the ultra-sensitive span of flesh just beneath his crown. Whimpering, Levi’s legs tremble in response.
“Feel good, angel?”
He nods. The tether between us pulses and throbs with emotion so strong it summons tears to my eyes.
My hips gently rock back and forth as my hand administers feather-light strokes over his length.
His gaze never leaves mine as I steal precious inches inside him—only the first third of my cock—angled in such a way that it puts a constant, delicious pressure on that spot that promises divine release.
On a low, masculine groan his body arches as his cock spasms in my still stroking hand and his entrance squeezes me. My own climax washes over me as Levi’s helpless gaze holds mine and he succumbs to ecstasy. “Tell me you love me again.”
The vulnerability in his voice, in those words, steals the air from my lungs. It takes me a moment for it to return so that I can speak.
The admission leaves me in an awe-inspired breath. “I love you in a way that transcends time and space, Levi.”
His cum spills over my hand, further slicking my movements, and I watch as two tears escape from the corners of his eyes, streak down his temples, and disappear in the line of his dark hair. “... And my soul will always return to yours.”